The battle between Mo Yuan and Duanmu Qing had not yet been decided, Duanmu Qing's expression was as cold as a cold pool in a deep stream, and the cyan sword in his hand was dancing with a brush, rolling up several cyan sword qi.

Mo Yuan was still holding the pen in his hand, and in the face of Duanmu Qing's fierce attack, he seemed a little passive.

"Take the dragon sword, the dragon travels Kyushu, proud of the sky. Duanmu Qing no longer held the sword, threw the cyan sword in his hand, pinched the trick with his fingers, and the cyan sword instantly turned into a cyan dragon-shaped qi, roaring away, rolling up a tornado.

Mo Yuan resisted with a wave of his pen, but this cyan dragon-shaped qi came too quickly, and it roared in the blink of an eye.

Boom!

Before Mo Yuan could resist, the cyan dragon-shaped qi struck Mo Yuan in the chest, knocking him back more than three feet, and then, Duanmu Qing's cyan sword flew back into his hand as it was.

Mo Yuan, who fell to the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, his face was as pale as gold paper, the mud and blood stains on the scribe's shirt were mixed together, and the brush had turned into a bald pen, which showed how powerful Duanmu Qing's blow was. Although Mo Yuan looked a little wolf at this time, he had the spirit and backbone of a scholar who did not lose his knowledge.

Mo Yuan, who stood up again, still held the pen, still stood straight, still held his head high, and his eyes were still bright. He re-grasped the bald pen, poured the mental power in the sea into his wrist, pinched the pen, and wrote a poem "Blood Stained Mountains" with sharp gestures to the void: "Cold shirts are stained with blood, hatred is strong and magpies are killed." The bald pen is accompanied by sharp dew, the blade falls, and the marks are like the moon.

With a roar, thousands of troops were tortured in the city. A glass of wine drunk to watch the world, now the past day, the country reads. ”

The calligraphy that appeared in the air walked the dragon and snake, the dragon flew and the phoenix danced, all of which were chic.

In an instant, a strange and strange picture appeared in the air.

The remnant sun stained the sky like blood, and a few black magpies wailed under the blood-stained sky, flashing from time to time a few strokes of the qi, scratching the blood-stained sky, scarred like the moon. A thunderous roar swept across the sky, and under the sky was the cry of thousands of troops attacking the city.

This is Mo Yuan writing a small world with a bald pen, he is outside the world, and Duanmu Qing is in the world.

Everything in this small world is written by Mo Yuan, so one qiē listens to his orders.

Duanmu Qing in the small world was attacked and killed by some things in the small world, and the black magpie with a strong murderous aura bit Duanmu Qing with a strong murderous aura, and the Gang Qi Dao Dao drawn out by the pen stroked towards Duanmu Qing, in addition to the rumbling thunder and the shouts of the thousand armies, disturbing the mind.

Duanmu Qing, who was trapped in the small world, was tired, he hadn't yet figured out a way to crack this small world, and kept swinging his sword to resist the attack, looking a little wolf.

"Riding the dragon sword, the demon dragon descended into the world, and the black flames soared into the sky. Duanmu Qing let out a loud shout, and a large part of the mental power in the sea of consciousness was poured into the cyan sword, and he used the dragon sword path again.

A stream of black flames rose to the sky, rushing towards the small world written by Mo Yuan's pen with a provocative momentum.

Whew!

The black flames that rose to the sky burned fiercely in the small world of Mo Yuan, and the blood-stained ones were suddenly covered by the black flames, and the twilight scene of the remnant sun turned into a terrifying night in an instant.

The blood-stained sky is gone, the black magpie is gone, the qi drawn by the pen is gone, the roar like thunder is not heard, and the cries of thousands of troops attacking the city are not heard.

Duanmu Qing's Demon Dragon Black Flame had already broken Mo Yuan's small world, but he was also a little prostrated due to excessive mental power consumption.

As soon as the small world was broken, Mo Yuan's mind was violently impacted, and he could no longer support it, and fell to the ground in a dejected manner, black blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, his face was sallow, and there was not much brilliance in his eyes.

Mo Yuan held the bald pen in his hand, and at this moment, there was only this bit of strength left to hold the bald pen, and he didn't even have the strength to sit cross-legged.

Duanmu Qing was also uncomfortable, with a bang, the cyan sword fell to the ground, Duanmu Qing bent down to pick up the cyan sword, his expression was very painful, he picked up the sword, and as soon as he raised his head, he opened his mouth and spewed out a stream of black blood.

I have used many powerful killing moves to ride the Dragon Sword Dao before, and this last move is the Demon Dragon Black Flame of the Dragon Sword Dao, which is a powerful killing move, with a huge loss of mental power and a great impact on the mind.

Duanmu Qing was also unstable, his legs were weak, his eyes were dizzy, and he sat on the ground paralyzed, but it seemed to be a little better than Mo Yuan, he was barely able to sit up cross-legged and recuperate.

"Senior Brother Mo Yuan, this battle is really enjoyable, but it's a pity??? It's a pity that you and I are at the end of our crossbows??? It's the end of the crossbow. Duanmu Qing said this with some difficulty, and then coughed violently.

"Indeed??? It's really enough, it's been a long time since I've fought like this, Senior Brother Duanmu, why are you bother??? Why bother. Mo Yuan said this with the same difficulty, he still didn't have the strength to sit up, so he could only lie on the ground and speak to Duanmu Qing.

"What about you, why are you?" Duanmu Qing said.

"For a faith. Mo Yuan struggled to spit out these words.

"Faith, what is faith?" Duanmu Qing asked suddenly.

"The Heavenly Imperial Court is my faith. Mo Yuan gasped and said.

"It's ridiculous, the Heavenly Imperial Court is??? Your faith?" Duanmu Qing suddenly changed his attitude and laughed coldly.

"Not bad!" Although Mo Yuan didn't have much strength, he still tried his best to say these two words.

"Being able to get stronger and stronger is what I believe in. Duanmu Qing smiled a little crazy.

Mo Yuan no longer had the strength to argue with Duanmu Qing, and lay quietly on the ground, waiting for his body to recover.

Duanmu Qing seemed to be crazy, smiling with his mouth open, but he didn't laugh out loud.

Both of them have reached the end of their strong crossbows, and they will not be able to recover without meditating and pranayama for half a day.

The battle between Dugu Chenye and Duanmu Bai continued, and the battle between Yunhe and Kuchan was also fierce, and the vitality kept colliding, and the sound rumbled.

Ye Linfeng and Wan Mu were also whirling, but because of their realm and strength, they were not as fierce as the four of them.

On the Nameless Peak of Bliss Immortal Island in the Western Realm, a swordsman with a big sword on his back was planning something, and he kept sketching with a pen on a natural stone wall in front of his residence, as if it was some star layout, in short, it was difficult to understand.

"Miss Ruqin, are you tired?" Monk Shouyin rolled his big eyes like copper bells, and said to Song Ruqin lying on the table with a smile.

Song Ruqin didn't answer, her eyes wandered and she lay on the table motionlessly.

"Miss Ruqin!" said the monk Shou Yin raised his voice.

"What's your name, call your aunt and grandmother. Song Ruqin suddenly stood up and scolded the monk Shouyin.

The face of the monk Shouyin turned green, thinking what are you angry at me, you are worried that your man is going to fight, but don't be angry at me, I will provoke you or provoke you.

"Miss Ruqin, don't be angry, I don't mean anything else, I just want to talk to you for a while, I really don't mean anything else. Although Monk Shouyin was very annoyed, in front of such a stunning beauty, of course he would not come out so lightly.

"Go aside, didn't you see that your aunt was upset, don't bother me. ”

After Ye Linfeng left, Song Ruqin regained her appearance as a little tigress, no longer the little sheep or the vixen with a big tail in front of Ye Linfeng.

"What are you angry at me, you really think of yourself as a little princess, aren't you just beautiful, there are so many Xiaoye women. Monk Shouyin muttered in a low voice because Song Ruqin couldn't hear clearly.

"You fat monk, say it again, aunt and grandmother, I am the little princess, I am the princess of Chang'an in the middle region, a dead fat pig, believe it or not, I let my father set foot on your restaurant, see if you can do business. "Song Ruqin, the little tigress, launched Weilai.

"Are you really the princess of Chang'an in the Middle Domain?" asked the monk Shou Yin in surprise.

"yes, what's wrong, I'm afraid. "Song Ruqin is used to being powerful and blessed in the Central Domain, and he still does not change his true colors when he comes to this Western Realm.

The monk Shouyin seemed to believe it, and he rushed to Song Ruqin's arrogant and unreasonable appearance, even if she was not the princess of Chang'an in the Central Domain, she had to be the daughter of the prime minister or the prince.

"Princess, just now my fat man was offended, I will make amends to you, princess you want to eat as long as you tell the fat man, my fat man will do it for you immediately, even if you go to the soup and fire. Monk Shouyin immediately changed his attitude and was very courteous to Song Ruqin.

"I don't need to eat delicious food, I haven't eaten any delicacies in the palace? Besides, the food in your restaurant is good, it suits my appetite very much, and you can add me a large bowl for dinner at night, the previous bowl was too small, and it didn't feel good to eat." Song Ruqin said.

When the monk Shouyin heard this, he really had the urge to hit his head against the south wall, and he was speechless.

"Why? Isn't it?" Song Ruqin said.

"Okay, okay, okay, of course, I'll do it. Monk Shouyin said, and ran to prepare the big bowl, because the night was about to start, and he didn't want to provoke Song Ruqin, the little tigress.

"Three knives, get me a big bowl right away. The monk Shouyin ran to the kitchen and commanded the guy in the shop.

"Shopkeeper, you're good at eating. Sandaozi said.

"What's the matter, go get a large bowl, dinner will start immediately, Miss Ruqin will use it." Monk Shouyin said.

"What? Miss Ruqin that beauty eats so much?" said Sandaozi very much.

"It's a lot of food among women, but it's still a big gap compared to me, and she wants a large bowl to find that feeling, do you understand? "Monk Shouyin didn't bother to explain too much to Sandaozi.

Sandaozi also ran to find the largest bowl in the restaurant, as if he was willing to serve as long as the beauty said.

Song Ruqin is still unhappy, Ye Linfeng went to the wordless stele cliff in fact, how can Song Ruqin rest assured, she is still lying on the table looking at a willow tree outside the window in a daze, she is thinking about him, she is thinking about him, every smile, every look, every action, she is overwhelmed, how much she wants him to take the initiative to hold him in his arms and make love to her, she understands that it is not that he will not, but he is a man who values affection, he has his own woman, without asking for the consent of his woman, he will not sleep with other women, this is not afraid of his wife, but a real man。

(There is no one in college who study together, go to the library together, fetch water together, and eat together.) She is no longer in school, and the long-distance relationship is so painful, but I will hold on, she is my faith, my sun, and although she is far away, she still feels warm. ）